Chapter 30: The Final Decision

Let’s be honest here, I’m not a great catch. At least half of most months of the year I’ll be in a different state. I have eyes that wonder over every ass in a club. I’m prone to puck bunnies pouring themselves all over me. I have quite a large ego. Not exactly the best recipe for a relationship.

I sat in a corner of the club when I saw them coming over. I wasn't sure whether I could take another dose of her mood swings. I was sullen and unwilling to have fun. Most of the guys were avoiding me like the plague, even the usual sluts had moved off after I blanked them for the second time.

“I’m done watching you guys hurt each other” Harley began as my attention stayed with them.

“You guys clearly have commitment issues, which I can’t control. But what I can control is the message that’s sent across right now to the both of who are too chicken shit to do it yourselves.” I just looked at her, silently taking in her words.

“Jordan..” I looked up at her. “It’s pretty damn obvious that your completely, and fully in love with Megan but are too scared. You worry about rejection, or even being the first one to admit it. But you want to know the truth? Megan loves you back, but she’s too scared and stubborn to listen to her heart.”She stopped there and turned her body towards Megan who looked as sheepish as I felt.

“And you Megan... Jordan is the only one who you have been this happy with. And your just going to let him go? If that is the case... Then... Then you’re not the girl I thought you were. And the confidence you have been able to produce in me is fake. Because I thought I was copying you. Which right now does not seem like the case.” I was shocked, does she really feel that way?

“I’m just done watching you guys pretend like there’s nothing there. Now tomorrow’s Marc’s wedding. And I’m going. Whether you guys figure this all out or not after I leave. Megan is my date, and I’m not wasting a perfectly good dress on a bunch of denial between you both.” She grabbed a hold of Megan and whispered something into her ear before turning and walking over to Sid who was staring at Megan with a strange look in his eyes.

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Heart broken, upset, angry and yet still madly in love. When she said it I couldn't take it in. I couldn't believe it, my own brother. I lay in bed letting her words wash over me for what seemed like the 100th time this morning. He'd touched her before me, I should of been angry with her but I wasn't. I still felt a burning for her, I needed to see her, to touch her. The urge to claim her as her as my own was becoming over-powering.

I readied myself for seeing her, mentally planning out my questions but somehow there was only one that seemed right. I knew I wanted her in my life, I was sure I couldn't go back to sleeping with many different women, I wanted a constant. She was that constant. Still doubt filled my mind. Would she still want me though? Would I be better than my own brother?

I caught up with Sid at wedding dance after our duties as groomsmen had been well and truly fulfilled. Throughout the ceremony I had tried my best to be upbeat, putting a smile on my face and sharing jokes with the bridesmaids. Sid knew though. Sid always knew.

''I can't stand this man, you need to figure it out and make a decision,'' Sid said as we looked over to where Harley and Megan were sitting. She looked beautiful, I watched some of the guys at the ceremony looked her over and felt an over whelming urge to punch them, normal? I guess it must be.

He started over in their direction. I knew what I needed to do and I followed him. I needed to know the answer to just one single question, praying she knew the right answer.

''Wanna dance?'' I asked simply.

''Why?'' She replied. I shrugged not wanting to ask her yet as I dragged her out towards the dance floor. I pulled her close to me a little hard hoping she would see the emotion I was showing through my eyes. She looked at me and turned her face away sharply, part of me hoped she felt guilty but another part never wanted her to feel anything bad ever.

''Megan, I need you ask you one thing, about Marc,'' I spoke softly into her ear, feeling her shiver as my breath touched the side of her face. She moved to look at me and her eyes met mine for the second time and I brought us to a complete stop. ''Was he worth it?'' There I said it.

''No not even close,'' I can't begin to tell you what it felt like.

I pressed my lips to hers with such force that I was sure I would leave a bruise. She pulled away with a confused look on her face. ''You have no idea what that means,'' A grin spread across my face and moments later she returned the smile. I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her with me as I made my way out of the hall. Half way up the stairs to my room I turned to look at her, ''I can't imagine being with anyone else.''. It was the truth.

I reached the door of my hotel and room and pushed her up against it attacking her lips, feeling her mouth open slightly I slid my tongue in and took full control, surprised when she didn't fight back. I pushed the key in the door and pulled on the handle, we stumbled in and I kicked the door closed behind me. She made for my shirt but that wasn't how I wanted this. I moved her hands away from my buttons, she looked up at me with confusion in her eyes. I put a hand at either side of her face and kissed her like their was no tomorrow. I pulled away and looked at her, she stood painfully still, as I took each of the straps of her silk dress and pulled them carefully off her shoulders, watching her dress slide easily to the floor. Moving around to her back, unhooking her bra and moving it off her arms, I brought my arms around her and took a breast in each hand playing with her now erect nipples, making her moan quietly, ''Your so beautiful,'' I whispered softly into her ear. Moving back to face her I knelt down and hooked my fingers into her panties and brought them down as she stepped carefully out of them. I stood back and drank her in, just looking at her perfect body. I brought my hands down her sides, running them over her curves as I returned to my position behind her. I reached a hand around and immediately felt how wet she was, I made hard circles around her clit, making her cry out a little. My mouth went to her neck biting into her, marking her - wanting everyone to know that she was mine.